BLOODWORTH IV: Peter Strikes Back - Tai Goodman (read me a book .TXT) 📗

DISCLAIMER

IF YOU HAVE NOT READ BLOODWORTH I, II, AND III, STOP READING AND READ THEM NOW ON BOOKRIX.

THEY ARE CRUCIAL TO THE PLOT AND ORIGINS.

 

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ANYTHING POLITICALLY INCORRECT IS THERE FOR A REASON.

 

 

Prologue: Daylight

PHOENIX'S RESIDENCE

10:21 P.M, SATURDAY

1945

 

"PETER! HANS! TYLER! YOU SHOULD COME AND SEE THIS!" screamed Abhy from the living room. All three men stormed into the living room. "Abhy, vhat's vrong?" Hans questioned her. She pointed at the television in front of her and turned up the volume on the remote. A news reporter informed the four people:

 

"We have breaking news in Helena, Montana! It appears that the Fuhrer has been ASSASSINATED in his office!" 

 

Everybody cheered, "HOORAY!" 

 

"BUT it now just came across my desk that what remains of the Masked Terror is inside of a cold molten-nickel statue within his office. Viewer discretion is advised for this next part." 

The camera then shifted to a statue of Phoenix flipping everybody off with two middle fingers. Peter's eyes locked onto the horrible sight of Phoenix, frozen as a statue. Abhy, clutching her pregnant stomach, said, "No.... NO! PHOENIX, NO!"

Peter punched the wall twice out of anger. "No.... THAT'S NOT TRUE. TELL US THAT'S NOT FUCKING TRUE!" 

 

"Kommandant Hermann Fegelein, the Fuhrer's assistant, is now on the scene. Take it away Fe-"

 

"Hallo, Americans. I am- Vait, is zhis thing on? Yes? Vell, anyvays.... I am your Fuhrer's most trusted assistant, before he has passed avay. So in order to keep stability, I vill take his place as Fuhrer. Zhe third person in zhe hierarchy, Albrecht Nertozkien, vill be the 2nd in zhe hierarchy. If anybody opposes zhis idea, zhey vill be executed in public. AS FOR zhe 'legendary' Masked Terror, as a figurehead to show EVERYBODY not to perform what zhis... LUNATIC did, his body vill be placed in display at the center of Helena. Zhe Fuhrer's funeral vill be arranged by his wife, and everybody will go about his or her day. And for zhe last time... Heil Hitler." 

 

Peter snatched the remote and turned the television off. Then he dropped it. "Great. Now what do we do? The toughest man we've had is on display like a knight's suit of armor," Tyler implied. Peter shook his head. "I don't know, man. Abhy, you're the closest he had.. What's your position on this? We'll do what you say for here on out." 

 

Abhy was sitting their crying, and told the three, "Leave me alone for a few minutes. I need to grieve without anyone in here." 

 

 

"Phoenix. He's actually gone. He's really gone. And we're stuck sitting here like sitting ducks with no mother to guide them. We're weak, exposed, we're all vulnerable. But wait... Peter, don't doubt yourself on this... They said cold frozen and molten nickel... So he's alive! To keep him frozen, he has to be on a freezing platform. Without it, he'll break free. So I have to destroy the platform and then melt the nickel. 

 

Sounds good on paper. But I'm pretty sure the Nazis are a good obstacle. Time to get to work."

 

BLOODWORTH IV

WRITTEN BY TAI GOODMAN

CONTINUING OFF OF BLOODWORTH III: BLUT UND STAHL

Chapter I: Preparing the Hammer

1 YEAR SUBSEQUENT TO THE INCIDENT

 

Peter walked over to a mirror and said, "Well, let me catch YOU up to speed-"

"Hey, who are you talking to?" Tyler questioned him.

 

"Uhh... Nobody." 

 

Tyler walked away, and Peter continued, "So... Right. Abhy gave birth to little Joseph. Tyler's doing his best to make an uprising by spreading propaganda he printed illegally.... Hans is acting like a husband to Abhy, to nurture the child, and I reclaimed my job as the gun-store manager. Yeah. That's all you- Actually, no, I quit that job to do the plan we're doing now." 

 

Tyler walked back in. "PETER. You sure you're alright?"

 

"YES. YES TYLER. I'M ALRIGHT."

 

"Not breaking the fourth wall we put in, are we?" 

 

"NO. I AM NOT. I broke that last week."

 

"OH GODDAM-"

 

*TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. PLEASE STAND BY!*

 

"Alright. One last time: Abhy's got a kid, Tyler's printing shit, Hans is blah blah blah, and I'm trying to get ready to get Phoenix outta Montana. So now you know the whole story? Great. Cause I'm not gonna explain this stuff to you every single time 24/7."

Peter felt the tip of a metal baseball bat. "Got this puppy in... High School, I think. Held onto it ever since. Let's go test this out." 

 

FILL-'ER-UP GAS STATION

NEU ORLEANS, LOUISIANA

 

"It's Peter, bitch, we're doing this shit." 

He walked into the gas station with his leather coat, baseball shirt on, and a pair of sunglasses. "Let's kick some ass." A Nazi walked over to the gas station counter and placed a bag of chips on the counter. "Einheiten or cash please?" the store clerk asked the man. "Einheiten, hold on," the soldier responded, swiping his credit card into the machine. The store clerk then noticed Peter standing there with a baseball bat. "WHOA- HEY HEY HEY, let's not do anything rash, alright?"

 

He then ducked under the counter. The Nazi turned and then unholstered his rifle to point it at Peter. "Don't point that shit at me, or I'm gonna kick your ass!" Peter threatened the Nazi. The Nazi stood there for a second and started laughing. Peter shrugged his shoulders. "HEY! DOUCHE-CANOE! This ain't comedy night, the hell's so funny?"

 

The Nazi pointed to Peter and indicated, "You- YOU ZHINK YOU SCARE ME? NEIN! Not at ALL you dummkopf! So place zhat 'club' down on the ground and get on your stomach, you are under arrest for threatening a soldier on duty and bringing a weapon into un store." 

Peter grinned. "I wouldn't have told me that if I were you." 

"VHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT, all YOU have is a bat. I have a firearm!" the soldier said, and then began to continue his rant about how Peter was the least scariest thing on this Earth of all time. While he was still blabbering about it, Peter shook his head and said, "....Oh my God, SHUT UP." 

Peter swung the bat and whacked the Nazi in the side of his face. 

"AGHHH! ARGH!" 

Peter walked over to the Nazi and kicked his rifle away. "Head-sized baseball on a torso-sized tee." His fingers gripped the bat with strength. "See you in Hell, UGLY!" Peter taunted him. He bashed the Nazi's skull so hard, his eyeball popped out of its socket. Then he slammed it down a few more times. The gas station clerk dialed 911. "Hello, operator, there's a thug here at the Fill-Er-Up Gas Station, we need some help!"

 

Peter slammed the metal baseball bat down on the phone's dock. "Call denied, retard." 

He looked around and stole the Nazi's rifle from in the aisle and proceeded outside. Another Nazi appeared. "ACHTUNG!" 

"ENGLISH, ASSHOLE!"

 

Peter broke the Nazi's neck with a powerful smack across the face with the bat. He proceeded back over to his vehicle and climbed inside. With his fingers, he dug around in his pocket for the key. "C'mon.... C'MON!" Peter complained. Then he felt the big round piece of the car keys. "Bingo-bango!"

 

Peter inserted the key into the ignition and the car's engine purred nicely. He stomped on the gas pedal and escaped the crime scene. "Jeez, Phoenix makes it look so easy. I'm gonna have to train to get to his level." 

 

Chapter II: Banging the Nail

 PHOENIX'S RESIDENCE

 

Peter was driving back into the neighborhood right when he noticed every single house had one of Tyler's propaganda posters on it. That also includes Phoenix's house. "Wonder how many trees he had to kill just to post pieces of paper all over every single person's door." 

He exited the vehicle and walked up to the door, ripping the piece of paper off. "Hey! Keep that on! We need it to blend in!" said Tyler, walking outside of the garage. "Oh, alright, my bad. Jackass." 

"I HEARD THAT!"

Peter walked into the garage and plopped himself down in the chair. "So how'd it go... You going to the gas station with all that shit on you. I know you went there just to kill someone in order to get Phoenix out of the hole he's in." 

Peter looked up and answered, "Of course. I killed two Nazis with this here bat. Took longer than I thought, though."

"Well do me a favor, think about this before you go back out there to go 'practice' again: If YOU can kill YOU, then that means you better come up with some better tactics."

 

Peter got an idea. "Let's process this..." 

He imagined himself fighting another version of himself. They both looked identical and wielded baseball bats. "ALRIGHT ASSHOLE!" the two insulted each other. They clashed bats, and then scratched their heads. "Huh?"

Then they repeated the same thing. "COME ON, QUIT COPYING ME!" they both complained.

 

Peter's train of thought changed. "And let's see how it would work if I fought Phoenix..."

He imagined himself fighting Phoenix. "ALRIGHT, LET'S DO THIS! COME AT ME IF YOU AREN'T SCARED!" taunted Peter. Phoenix shrugged his shoulders and then told his cyberpistole, "Fragmentation." 

The ammunition type changed, and he exploded the top part of Peter's body with an explosive bullet. "Checkmate," he said as a remark. Then out of nowhere, two women walked over to him and stood by his side. "Quit bleeding, PUSSY."

 

"Yeah... I think he's right."

 

Peter pulled out a bunch of metal sheets. "This shit's gonna have nuts in it."

Over the lapse of an hour, Peter nailed a bunch of metal sheets around the bat's round surface, then strapped barbed wire around it. He held it up with one hand. "This thing says 'Nazi face massage' all over it." 

 Tyler walked inside with a stack of propaganda. "Hey, before you start talking to yourself again, I nearly